Han Zhihui never imagined that under his anger, he would actually do such a thing to Cheng Weiwan.

He hated Cheng Weiguo, and that hatred was too deep, enough to involve her, who was Cheng Weiguo's daughter.

He witnessed her watching her father's interview late at night and texting her father, he should have smashed her phone and thrown her out of his villa, and even he could tear her whole person with his own hands and cut her with a thousand knives to vent his hatred, he obviously thought of many ways to take revenge on her in his mind, but he glared at her angrily, looked at it, but chose a way that he couldn't even imagine.

The moment his lips touched hers, he woke up, and he wanted to stop, but the softness of the corners of her lips made him unable to stop.

He clearly felt that *** quickly replaced all the anger in his body, filling his chest and filling the blood veins all over his body.

He actually has no shortage of women, but he has only ever had such a woman, just before he went home, Lina was still trying her best to lure him, but he couldn't raise his interest, and even felt a little bored, but she, whether it was or now, can always easily hook his impulse.

He hadn't touched her again since he had let her live in his house, but when he shared a bed with her, he always had that urge, but he restrained it.

Perhaps, he didn't torture her like this because of anger at all, but because he wanted to be intimate with her at all, so under the guise of anger and drinking, he showed the side of his heart that he longed for the most.

Han Zhihui knew that he couldn't stop, or maybe he didn't want to stop at all, he pressed to her lips, paused for a while, and then pried her lips and teeth open, and kissed her wantonly and arrogantly.

She was resisting, but her strength was equivalent to nothing, he easily took off her clothes, he looked at her white skin, his eyes were red, his hands were moving over her, his lips could not restrain down the corners of her mouth and down her neck.

She struggled even harder, and he had been very impatient with the wine, so he took the wrists of both of her hands with one hand, clasped them on top of her head, and buried his face deeper on her.

She twisted her body, still dodging, which made him even more impulsive, and he couldn't help it, so he quickly undressed himself and broke her feet with his hands.

She didn't make a sound, her mouth shouted, she begged him not to, he frowned slightly, under the impetus of alcohol, his hand was a little light and heavy, when he broke into her body, he hurt her, he heard her snort, and then her whole person instantly quieted down.

Probably because she felt that it was useless to struggle and beg for mercy, she never made the slightest sound, nor did she resist in the slightest.

This can be regarded as a bed-thing, at most it is just a carnival for him alone, but just like that, at the end of the day, he still feels the ultimate happiness.

He didn't feel that it was enough, and he didn't rush out of her body, he pressed on her, stayed for a while, and after being interested again, he continued to toss her regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

He didn't know how many times he had come, maybe three, maybe four.